The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (Bella and scott) novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121

Bella

The tension I had been carrying for days loosened all at once. My shoulders sagged.

“The police were involved,” he continued. “Quietly. They asked me to keep everything discreet so Craig and Maya wouldn’t panic too early. And now they are caught!”

“So what kind of punishments are both of them looking at?” I asked.

“They’re looking at twenty years minimum,” he replied. “Plus financial penalties.”

I closed my eyes, feeling something heavy finally lift from my chest. “They’re gone,” I whispered.

“Yes,” he said. “They can’t hurt you anymore.”

My anger softened, replaced by gratitude so strong it almost hurt. I looked at him again, really looked at him.

“Thank you,” I said quietly. “For protecting me. For saving my dignity.”

He shook his head slowly. “Your dignity matters more to me than my own. I would burn everything I own before I let anyone drag you through the dirt.”

Tears welled up again, but this time they weren’t from fear. I leaned forward and kissed him lightly, just a soft press of my lips to his. “My wedding with a certain CEO is on hold,” I murmured.

He laughed softly. “Good. I was hoping you’d say that. Because the CEO can’t wait!”

He stood and offered me his hand. I took it, and together we walked back into the hall.

The wedding resumed.

I saw that all the guests had already moved in. Scott must have told Troy via mind link that we were coming out. Everything felt calmer now, lighter.

As we stood facing each other, hands joined, the priest spoke slowly. “You may speak your vows.”

Scott’s lips lifted into a smile. He held my hands. “I promise to stand by you,” he said steadily like a rock, “to protect you, to honor you, and to love you for the rest of my life.”

I swallowed and replied, “I promise to walk beside you, to trust you, to choose you every day, and to love you with everything I am.”

I heard sniffles and soft gasps from the crowd.

The priest smiled and said, “You may kiss your bride.”

Scott lifted my veil. He cupped my face gently, his hands warm, and leaned down to kiss me. The kiss was slow and deep, not rushed, as if he wanted the whole world to know I belonged with him and he belonged

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with me. I felt all the tension leave my body as his lips moved against mine. It wasn’t just a kiss of celebration, but one of relief, promise, and certainty. In that moment, everything else faded away, and all I felt was him, grounding me, choosing me, and loving me openly.

We only parted when Emma and Ryan shrieked with laughter and rushed between us. Scott laughed, lifting them both in his arms. “You gnats!” He teased them.

We walked outside together, into the celebration waiting for us. It was then that I saw Isla.

My grandmother stood a little apart from the noise and celebration, her hands folded in front of her, her eyes shining with unshed tears. When she saw Scott approaching with the kids, she smiled through the emotion on her face. Scott greeted her warmly, his tone respectful and sincere, and she squeezed his arm affectionately. Then, without making it awkward, he bent down to the twins, whispered something that made them giggle, and guided them away, clearly giving us space. He looked back at me and reassured me that he was around.

The moment he was gone, Isla opened her arms. I stepped into her embrace without thinking, and she held me tightly, her thin shoulders trembling slightly.

“I am so happy for you,” she murmured against my hair. “Truly happy. You married the man you love, and he loves you back. And your children… the way he looks at them, Bella. Like they are his own.”

I pulled back just enough to look at her face and wiped at my own eyes. “They are his biological children, I admitted quietly.

Her brows lifted in surprise. She stared at me for a moment, then her expression softened into something close to awe. “Scott’s children?” she asked gently.

I nodded.

Isla exhaled slowly and shook her head, as if overwhelmed. “Then why,” she asked softly, not accusing, only curious, “why did you keep them a secret from him?”

I swallowed. “Because after Craig, I didn’t believe in love anymore,” I confessed. “Not after everything he had done to me. I didn’t want my children to feel rejected if he didn’t accept them. I couldn’t bear for them to feel unwanted the way I did growing up. The way my father made me feel.”

Her hand came up to my cheek. It was warm but it was trembling. For a moment, she couldn’t speak. Her eyes filled completely, and she pressed her lips together, trying to hold herself steady.

“Oh, my child,” she finally whispered. “I will never understand how Jared could let himself be so blinded. How he chose Lucy and her daughter over his own flesh and blood. I have tried to reason with him so many times. It breaks my heart.”

I gave a small, sad laugh. “It used to break mine too. But it doesn’t anymore,” I replied honestly. I turned my head slightly and looked toward Scott, who was crouched on the lawn with the twins, pretending to be some kind of monster while they shrieked with laughter. “They are my world now. He is my world. I don’t need anything else.”

Isla followed my gaze, and a smile bloomed on her face. “You look at peace and happiness,” she observed. “And you deserve that peace.” Then she reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope. She held it out to me. “This is for you.”

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I frowned in confusion. “Grandma, what is this?”

“Open it,” she encouraged gently.

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I slid a finger under the flap and pulled out a single folded paper. When I saw the number printed on it, my breath caught in my throat.

I stared at it, stunned. Twenty million dollars.

“This is… my inheritance,” I whispered.

“Yes,” Isla confirmed. “It always was. It was time I handed it to you.”

My hands started to shake, and I quickly folded the check back into the envelope. “Thank you,” I said, my voice thick with emotions. “For never giving up on me.”

She cupped my face again, her thumb brushing away a tear I hadn’t realized had fallen. “You were never forgotten,” she said. “I’m so sorry that Catherine left you so early. You were always loved by me and your grandfather. Even when others failed you.”

I hugged her again, holding on a little longer this time, feeling lighter than I had in years. “I love you, grandma…” I whispered. I pulled back after a few seconds and said, “I know that father and Lucy would be quite a handful for some time. Why don’t you come and stay with us?”

She chuckled low. “Oh, don’t worry! I have already moved out to the countryside in your grandfather’s farm. I’m sure they won’t even notice.”

At that I really laughed. I entwined my fingers with hers and led her to the celebrations.

Suddenly, she asked, “Where are you going for the honeymoon?”

I gaped. “Grandmother!”